Typo Lyrics – Juice WRLD
Singer: Juice WRLD
Title: Typo
Red Limits go crazy
Red Limits (Red Limits)
Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho
Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that b*t*h was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho
Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that b*t*h was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
Mhm, knew it wasn’t love
Didn’t know what it was
Thought you were on drugs
You say that I am
Don’t say sh*t, I shrug
Who am I to judge, who am I to judge
Who am I gon’ love, once you gone
This sh*t got me feeling all alone, like numb
Shoot one time, I swear that I ain’t missing ho
If I hit her, then I leave her, I won’t miss her tho
I gotta let her go, trеat her like a seed or sum’
I gotta let hеr grow
She swallow all my seeds or sum’
I had to let them know
I blew up out of them trees or sum’
I had to let it blow
Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho
Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that b*t*h was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho
Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that b*t*h was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
I get that outta my system
I put my d**k in her sister
Just to say that I just did it
That is revenge with the vengeance
Pull up on him, then I hit it
Choppa on me, it’s gon’ hit it
Choppa on me, it’s gon’ hit it
Choppa on me, I’ma get it
I get the money
I don’t got time for no fathers, no time for no love
N***as, they didn’t get no money, they funny, like tough
I f**ked your b*t*h, I can’t tell you a secret
A .40 on me, you don’t know that I got it
A .40 on me, you don’t know that I got it
Run up on me, then I’m shooting I act like it’s nothing
Running off of cops, invading my shop
I was tryna cook knots
I was tryna cook pot, yeah
They was talking down to me, so I had to up it, on me – that’s a Glock, yeah
N***as talking down to me, I keep the iron on me, like I’m Tony Stark, yeah
They don’t want no smoke at all
I buy a pound of weed, it’s OG, then I smoke it all
I got some straps on me, I roll up and I smoke it off
I’m poppin’ ecstasy and percies, ain’t no adderall
She wanna get next to me, she neckin’ me, she top me off
I don’t have to drive her home, that Uber goin’ drop her off
I ain’t talking ’bout no cops, she tried to cop it off, ey
She tried to cut me, nah, ayy
She tried to cuff me, nah, ayy
She had to suck me, nah, ayy
I don’t give a f**k about sh*t, I prolly shoot up yo’ youth group
Choppa make you fall, like a f**king loose tooth, uh, ruthless
Like my cat do, I’ma bark like my dog do
.40 sneeze n***a, no achoo
Pull up on him, like past you
I go nuts like cashews
Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho
Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that b*t*h was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho
Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that b*t*h was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho
Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that b*t*h was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
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